MSTRE

by Patrick's Pt.

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about

Patrick's Pt. is Patrick Bourland.

"MSTRE" is Patrick's Pt.'s debut album.

Patrick's Pt. is pronounced "Patrick's Point." MSTRE is pronounced "Mystery." Mystery is pronounced "ˈmis-t(ə-)rē."

Patrick's Point is the name of a California state park. That is a coincidence.

Patrick's Pt., MSTRE (00000-0000), is the name of a fictional town. That is not a coincidence.

credits

released November 1, 2012

Patrick's Pt. thanks the following people for their contributions:

J. Cartwright - Production, hospitality
J. Atzberger - Consultation, gifted mandolin
C. McKee - Gifted Ibanez electric guitar
D., Ph. Bourland - Fraternity, loaned MIDI keyboard
A. Trinh - Motivation
E. Cetera - Miscellany

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Patrick's Pt. Columbus, Ohio

I had something on my mind, but I don't recall it.

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Track Name: Father to Boy
If you tell me your sins, I will tell you mine
If you tell me your sins, I will show you mine
I will show you mine

Hand in the water
Kneel before the father
Confess to the father
I have told him mine
I have shown you mine

The world is a mystery
And He is a mystery
And you are a mystery
And I am a mystery
We are a mystery...
Track Name: Alexander
Son, I am your two-feet-on-the-ground one;
think of me when you think you are bold.
Son, I do believe that one must answer
when one is called to do what one is told.
And Alexander was at worst insane, at best confused -
a half a brain and a pair of shoes! -
and the harder you run the faster you slow;
the more you hide the more you show;
and the less you earn the more you owe.

I am just your temporary lover;
you are here to challenge my esteem.
And I am here to show you there's no other;
all things be exactly as they need.
And Alexander was at worst correct, at best confused -
a young man's verve and a case of blues -
and the farther you run the farther you get
from what you know and who you've met;
what you're not now you will be yet.

But I am not your two-feet-on-the-ground one;
I am just one point to get across.
And he who makes excuses for the found ones
is he who ties the nooses for the lost.
And Alexander was at worst naive, at best a sage -
a piece of mind for a war to wage -
and the farther I run the faster I go;
the more I meet the more I know;
and the less I earn the less I owe.
Track Name: Brother
Brother: all I have to say is I owe not for what I pay
You've kept me, a straw man to divert the crows;
and the thing I am not only grows, oh

Father: please do not debate me.
Only other innocents await me
where walls do not obscure the sky and the dead are not afraid to die, oh

Mother! Let the one who you held onto know the way you can move on.
You gave him life, don't give your life away
Here one day ... gone.
Track Name: On My Mind
I got someone on my mind.
She is on it all the time anymore,
because she calls and she calls and she calls and she calls

to tell me I've been on her mind,
that I am on it all the time anymore,
because she falls and she falls and she falls and she falls.

But I had something on my mind,
and it was on it all the time before,
but I don't recall, no I don't recall it.
I don't recall, no I don't recall it.
Track Name: Finally
Finally I've found her.
Finally I'm found.
No more need for wearing shoes; my feet don't touch the ground.
No more need for thinking of everything I lack.
I am looking forward to never looking back
to when I did not know you and I could stand to be alone and free.

Finally I've lost her.
Finally I'm lost.
No more need for every line I could not bear to cross.
No more need for thinking of everything we lack.
I am looking forward to never looking back
to all the time I knew her wanting just to be alone and free.
Track Name: My Love
See her eying her back door lying on her pitch-black floor.
Who's the reason for the winged dove?
Who's the reason for the leather glove?
My love.

Thank eve for my free will -- delivered her from evil.
Who's the reason for my lonely life?
Who's the reason for the kitchen knife?
My wife.
Track Name: Off My Mind
O hi o hi o
Off to work I go
Oh how I would rather roll to New Orleans
and drink a hurricane
and forget my own name
and forget who's to blame for Ohio.
One more time is all I need to get Ohio off my mind.

The heart of it almost beats inside the host.
Welcome to the coast of Californ-
I ache for Ohio, but see the sun alive in everyone
driving 101 in California.
One more time is all I need to get her off my mind.

One more time is all I need to get Ohio off my mind -
is all I need to get her off my mind.
Track Name: Lost & Found
Mama's little baby on a thin white line
on the wrong side of the nick of time.
Impossible to drown, treads back to surface every time.
A futile rake for the fallen leaves,
a photo album full of empty sleeves,
a man who wouldn't dare deceive - what else have you to believe? -
says, "Listen well, now, I know you demand it,
something so simple you can understand it,
simple enough to be a revelation:
you know not when the destination."

I was lost; now I'm found.
I am up; I was down.
If you don't let him in, you'll be out and I'll be in.
You'll be out and I'll be in.

Mama's little baby on a picket line,
what's the wrong side of the nick of time?
Impossible to know below the surface every time.
A foolproof rake for the fallen leaves,
a photo album full of stolen sleeves,
a man who would dare deceive lest another man make you believe
says, "Listen well now, you know I demand it,
something so simple I can understand it,
simple enough no need for conversation:
you know not when the destination."
Track Name: MSTRE pt. 1
Walk the block to the coffee shop, travel mug in hand. For seven and a quarter, kid takes my order -- a formality, you understand. He's got it here before an auctioneer could say, "The usual, my friend." Nine hours go by like asking why; I return home and then scratch an itch 'til misnomer Rich knocks on my door again. Says, "Hey mon frer, a buck and a square? Things ain't easy, y'know." And I say, "Ah, gee, what's in it for me?" and he doesn't seem to know.

An hour on and I'm long gone in the place to which I turn, and the swill I'm drinking's got me thinkin' unwell whiskey's a better term. For all I know I should be glad for Joe, young fella to my right celebrating a successful mating, a raise and a Corona Light. And hell, maybe too I should sigh with Lou, old fella to my left, about the way one's time don't seem to mind a quick and passive death.

But speaking of time, no time for that -- there's a hand around my neck, and far from silence a voice of violence says, "Sing our boy the song! He's been walking around like a faggot clown for a little bit too long." "It's not hysteria that's gonna carry ya to where you wanna be!" I say, and I kiss his face and I leave that place as fast as a man can flee.

I walk a ways, how far couldn't say, 'til the road I'm on dead-ends, and outta nowhere, I swear, a man appears like the way the mind pretends. Looks like me at 53: six-foot, blue eyes, blond hair. Seems like me at 23: somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. Patron saint of identity theft, a suitcase in his right hand, a book in his left, he starts to move in my direction, giving me a full inspection. Maybe he thinks there's some connection: time, chance, fate's projection? Then, having given due reflection and receiving no objection, he offers me an interjection in a voice with no inflection.

He says:
Track Name: MSTRE pt. 2
Ain't nothing quite like MSTRE:
come around her all the time, she don't remember me.
Nobody else like MSTRE:
call for her all the time, but she is never free.
Call for her all the time, but

Come on, come on, come on MSTRE!
Come on, come on, come on MSTRE!

And ain't no one right like MSTRE:
tellin' me all the time, "Boy, nothing's free."
Can't no one fight like MSTRE:
comes around all the time. I wish he'd let me be.
Comes around all the time, I

Come on, come on, come on MSTRE!
Come on, come on, come on MSTRE!

Come on MSTRE!
Track Name: Do the Cancer!
Careful, careful.
Be fine if you be careful.
Owner of a glad gun, father of a bad son --
short on temper and short on time.
Uh oh, you want a taste when you awake, a taste before you sleep,
a thirst you cannot slake, a gift you cannot keep.
An end you can foresee will only set you free.
A question with a single answer:
Come on and do the cancer, yeah!

Fearful, fearful.
Be fine but don't be fearful.
Teller of a tall one, runner of a long run --
get lost, get caught in yourself.
Uh oh, I wanna taste of what I was, a taste of what I will,
effect without a cause, void without a fill.
An end I can foresee will only set me free.
A question with a single answer:
I'm gonna do the cancer, yeah!

Says to me my mind -- my only mind, "Are you gonna give? Do you wanna..."
Says to me my hear -- my only heart, "Are you gonna start? Do you wanna...
Do you wanna live?"

I do.

Uh oh, we want a shot between the ear, a hit before the dare.
It's only lie we hear and only truth we share.
An end we can foresee will only set us free.
A question with a single answer:
we're gonna do the cancer, yeah!
With a single answer:
everyone do the cancer, yeah!
Track Name: You See
Even though I'm down below,
down below I rise above.
Even though I'm all alone,
all alone I'm still in love.
And even though I am to be more than just the man you see --
even though I am to be, I am just a man, you see.

Even though she's way up high,
way up high she's falling fast.
Even though she's with someone,
with someone she's free at last.
And even though she is to be more than just the girl you see --
even though she is to be, she is just a girl, you see.

Even though we've come this far,
come this far we're at the start.
Even though we act ourselves,
act ourselves we play the part.
And even though we are to be more than just the folks you see --
even though we are to be, we are just the folks, you see.